SuNdaY....

I jus realised when I started writing this blog that I should have named this 'Roasted bombay duck' and not the previous one....hmmmm.... Now I cant even think of a good title for this. Doesnt matter really coz I know that I am the only one who reads my blogs, of course part of the blame does fall on me as I really havent told anyone that I blog.. not even her...!! she'll be pissed when she finds out... anyway... Lemme get into the events that unfolded the sunday before last.. that would be the 2nd of Dec.

Late sunday morning...exhausted from last night's adventures everyone decides to call it a lazy day. But as always someone or the other always has something coming... as a consequence of which we found ourselves on our way in a very very crowded local train to CST, to meet up with a couple of friends in south bombay. Anyway as usual the intelligent guys who planned such a disturbing lazy sunday afternoon disrupting session ended up being late. In a way it turned out to be great since I finally caught sight of the gateway of India which in the meantime, was drowning in a sea of humanity. But somehow gathering immense amounts of willpower my two friends and me pushed and pulled and scampered through the deluge to execute a respectful three rounds around the gate...Man! I felt patriotic!!

This being the first time for me in south bombay... It was fascinating at the same time a little weird just walking through the streets.. watching time work its way on everything around me, unlike all the other places it had a strange way about it... not easy to explain... but you could feel it...you as a part of the system that is being affected... I realised then that I was falling in love with this city..with all its people... its dirty crowded local trains...its old buildings...most of all i could feel its pulse.. the life... coursing through it... I am afraid, deep in my heart, of what this city will do to me to claim me its own...


Enough of serious thoughts and back to where I was... which was standing in a makeshift alley by the side of the taj mahal hotel and peeking through one of the windows to see the large stock of liquor lit up in vibrant colours.. Ambu's heart melted at this point...he felt useless and lost in his world of monotonous IT workers... hoping in the sharp sting of a terrible depression, for a day when he shall be on the other side of the glass sipping on a drink, complaining about the age and origin of the maker...

After the short stint of wallowing in self pity we decided to move on to the better things in life which undeniably for them was inexpensive liquor which fortunately for people like us was available at GOKUL BAR.... a very nice place in a great location selling stuff cheap... which was perfect for us... not to mention for some other foreigners who i believe were like us... While i lost myself in enjoying every minute molecule that made up the reshmi Kabab in front of me, my dear friends resorted to their sacred ritual which was inarguably always started off with a Beer...

I had my share of fun when i got a good bargain on two books that i wanted (atleast i think its a good bargain...its my first time bargaining in bombay).. one was Kafka on the shore by Haruki Murakami ( I have taken a liking to the author after reading Norwegian Wood) and Tarun Tejpal's Alchemy of Desire... this I picked coz i liked the title.. to be more honest i bought that coz the scheming cunning vendor wanted me to buy it... he figured out my weakness for books and then offered me a price which i found powerless to turn down... conned i think, i was....

Anyway after Gokul Bar we headed to Bade Miyan... Which was another cheap place to eat.. where you get the best kababs and tikkas and all that sorta stuff in bombay.... after filling our stomachs with a lot of stuff from there we took a walk... and we were led by coincidence to Tendulkar's... now we couldnt just walk past the greatest batsman of all time's restaurant without paying respects can we??... so again fate had us sitting inside... struggling to order a dish or two as it was too heavy on our wallets or rather, for the sake of decency, we were not quite ready for... Now i had fun here too.. coz u see i ordered bombay duck in some weird sauce...and it was good... it was my first bombay duck and it is best till date.... God !! it tasted so good... jus the thought of it makes me want to go hog on some more of it....

Anyway our heavy tributes to the master blaster had wiped us clean of everything and it was not a very difficult choice to arrive at when we decided to break for the day and head home to the northern corner of bombay away from the madding crowd ...

And that for me was another wonderful day in the great city of Bombay...

till something weird or supernatural or even downright mundane happens to me...ciao...